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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 12, 2009 14:27:08 GMT -5
"No, no," Cry-baby assured her. "I didn't want them in the first place. But I... we... I did help bring 'em into the world, an' I can't help feelin' a little responsible for what happens to 'em after. He'll come for 'em soon enough, but until then we can give them the best care we can. That's all I'm sayin'."
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Post by Brandi on Jan 12, 2009 14:36:58 GMT -5
*Brandi did her best to smile more confidently. Nodding she took a step closer, peering into the crib next to him.*
"Yeah." *She finally agreed.* "I suppose that is some comfort."
*She stroked Aiden's cheek.* "Though I imagine their road's gonna be a rough one."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 12, 2009 14:42:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know well enough it's foolish," he said. "Shouldn't be so concerned, knowin' I have no say in the thing. And I guess... I guess most people'd not peg me for a father figure, either."
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Post by Brandi on Jan 12, 2009 14:48:19 GMT -5
*Her eyes soft, Brandi lifted her gaze affectionately to her man and bumped him with her hip.*
"I happen to think you make a right fine daddy. And I'm sure you'll get ample chance to prove it." *There was a hint of promise in her words, for whatever was to come.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 12, 2009 15:16:54 GMT -5
Cry-Baby grinned affectionately, and didn't push the matter further. He'd heard that promise, and seen a hint of it in her eyes, and that was enough. He would make a fine daddy, and he knew it, and knew Brandi'd make one hell of a hot mama.
"Then let's do our best with these, then. As we're doin', I think," he said. "You tell me what to do, an' consider it done."
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Post by Brandi on Jan 12, 2009 18:20:43 GMT -5
*Brandi's lips widened, grin spreading.*
"Well I figure I should check to see who needs a change before bed, but first..." *Her hand pressed against the baby more securely as she leaned her cheek towards Cry-Baby.*
"I could use a good night kiss too."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 12, 2009 18:27:25 GMT -5
Cry-Baby wanted a great deal more than that, but he marshaled his disappointment and leaned in for the chaste peck that seemed called for. Was frustrating, not being able to touch his own girl for fear they'd hurt each other somehow. He hated this. He hated that he couldn't trust himself, because even now, in this safe room, he felt the stirrings of desire and he hated that he couldn't trust those, either.
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Post by Brandi on Jan 12, 2009 18:34:07 GMT -5
*Dear Lord, she missed him. She missed getting lost in him, sacrificing endless hours in each others' arms. It was so...unfair. Without thought, Brandi's other hand caught him by the cheek, her face turning to his in a sudden kiss. She needed this. They needed this. Even if it was only the promise of something for later. Of course, how much later seemed to be...undefined. But she was going to have what she could in this moment and her lips grew more demanding as her fingers slid through his dark hair, pulling him against her.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 12, 2009 18:50:07 GMT -5
Cry-Baby sighed into her mouth, settling into the kiss with unexpected urgency. So long... he'd been so good. Would it be so bad, really, to let go? If she wanted him... he wanted her... What was the harm? His sigh became a moan, giving voice to all his frustration as his free hand slid up her side.
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Post by Brandi on Jan 12, 2009 18:58:07 GMT -5
*Oh yes, that. So deliciously familiar. That brownie after months of dieting, that first twinge of something forbidden but so desperately craved. Brandi shivered against him, longing welling up in her. But was it that darkness? Or just...them? She wasn't sure she cared anymore. Anything to be with him, safe and together and completely devoured in being with him. She nipped gently at his lip, not with the fire she feared (at least not at the moment) but with a long lost echo of memory. Something they had been once, so long ago it seemed.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 12, 2009 19:20:55 GMT -5
One thing--well, one thing other than the million things Brandi was making him think or feel--penetrated the fog of lust. And that was this: the baby thing wasn't working. He still felt it, still felt her, wanted her with an insistence he didn't think he could deny. He'd held it off this long, but there was no other outlet, nothing nearly as satisfying as his one true girl in his arms. How could he stand against the combined forces of Hedonism and Brandi? He was just one man, after all.
Without clearly making the decision, his body made it for him, and he set the kid down--carefully enough, in his crib--and wrapped Brandi in both his arms, pressing himself to her as the roar of desire came tearing back like the rush of blood he heard now in his ears.
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Post by Brandi on Jan 12, 2009 19:26:52 GMT -5
*She couldn't read his thoughts, but she didn't have to to come to the understanding that they were on the same page. Even as he set the child down, he seemed too far away. As crushed her in that wonderful need, she felt her resolve melting away. The need seemed deeper than the fire that had consumed them last (how long had it been? Forever it seemed.) and she rocked her hips to meet his desperation. But even in the heady fog that was quickly overwhelming her, she realized where they were. And if nothing else, it wouldn't be too comfortable.*
"Take me to bed." *She purred huskily, her lips pressed against his ear.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 13, 2009 10:53:14 GMT -5
She didn't have to ask him twice.
Without a word, and without breaking their kiss, Cry-baby swung Brandi up in his arms and made his way from the room, not caring who saw them. He did shut the door, but later he wouldn't remember doing that. Their room next door seemed so far away, and when he finally tossed her (with gentle passion) onto the bed it seemed like almost as much time had passed since she'd looked up at him in that way minutes ago as had passed since they'd last touched like this, without the buffer between them.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted anything this much. It scared him. But he wasn't about to tell her that, because it might make her take this away.
"Can't stop," he murmured against her belly, lifting her shirt up. "Baby, don't make me stop."
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Post by Brandi on Jan 13, 2009 13:30:48 GMT -5
"Don't stop." *She breathed, arching up to meet his lips.* "Please, Baby...don't stop." *Her hands tugged at his shirt, urgent though not in animal desperation, trying to urge it over his head. She loved the feeling of him against her, even when he seemed so far away. A bit lost with nothing to press her lips against, Brandi busied her hands, making a delightful mess of Cry-Baby's hair. It was so...intimate. Not like...maybe it wasn't...but she couldn't think clearly enough at the moment for that sort of thing.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 13, 2009 13:53:31 GMT -5
His lips curled against her skin and he parted to allow his shirt to come off, helping hers off as well.
"Won't," he said simply, pulling himself up against her, skin on skin, to claim her lips again. "Couldn't." He needed her, like life itself, like he'd been dead for years only to realize it now.
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